gluttonous adventure king

Chapter 303 Semi-permafrost

After a day of trekking, Fang Hong is getting closer and closer to the north, and the weather is getting colder and colder.

"Over the course of the day, the climate gets a lot colder."

This is a special sign in Siberia, which is different from the colder climate of mountaineering. Siberia moves northward on the flat land, getting colder and colder, and the temperature drop is very large, only less than [-] kilometers away. Over five degrees, it's downright poisonous.

"This is semi-permafrost in Siberia."

The so-called permafrost, also known as permafrost, actually means that no grass grows, and the iconic representatives are the Little Caucasus, the Himalayas, etc., covered by ice and snow.

In the permafrost on the flat ground, the water within [-] meters underground is basically in a crystalline state.

In this environment, it is impossible for trees to grow, and even shrubs cannot grow.

Only a few tendencies, tundra climate, with moss.

The so-called semi-permafrost means that there is snow all year round, but vegetation grows, and its groundwater does not crystallize.

Of course, this is not an academic concept, but a description, which means that there is no ground here all year round, and it is covered by snow.

"Once in here, it's not likely to find a channel or a stream, but we might see a glacial lake."

Water is a liquid with a strong heat capacity. Even in this area, once a considerable-scale lake is formed, it will not be permanently frozen.

Before the surface temperature drops to minus three degrees Celsius, the surface of the ice lake may not be frozen.

Because at zero degrees, it is a mixture of ice and water. At zero degrees, the ice lake will not freeze, and the temperature will drop quickly, but the water will not freeze so fast.

As the saying goes, it is not a day's cold to freeze three feet, but the ice melts very quickly, so there will be spring floods in the Yellow River Basin in my country. A season with little rain is because the frozen water in the upper reaches melts and turbulent To the downstream, the formation of the spring flood.

Due to the sharp drop in temperature in the area not far away, the wind in this area is very strong.

Fang Hong is ready to camp and rest, but the wind is too strong, Fang Hong needs to find a shelter.

"Brother Gun, where are you going to find?"

"I'm going to find a shelter from the north-south wind. The snow is relatively thick. I dig out the snow and pitch a tent in the middle."

The purpose of digging up the snow is to keep the tent under the protection of the snow layer so that the heat will not be lost.

Finding a high place, Fang Hong looked around, but in the end he couldn't find a particularly suitable place. He could only camp on the side of the hillside, just behind a tree that fell on the ground.

There is a hillside on one side and trees on the other, which can just block the wind in both directions, but not necessarily so tightly.

"This place is not bad, there is a frozen lake not far away, and we have to rely on fish to solve the food problem at night, but it takes a lot of effort.

Fang Hong dug up the snow layer, nearly [-] centimeters deep, and camped in it, then widened the side of the door by two meters, dug until the bare ground, found some tree branches, inserted them into the snow, and formed a A chai tower.

"This thing can last until two or three o'clock in the evening at most. After that, it's very cold. I need food to keep my body warm."

After lighting the fire, Fang Hong took out a branch, peeled off some birch bark, wrapped it around another branch, walked to the frozen lake, swept away the snow, and built it with two branches on the ice. , with lit branches and torches made of birch bark.

"I hope this torch can melt the ice, and then we will have dinner, otherwise, we will have nothing to eat."

After setting the fire, Fang Hong returned to the campsite, sat in front of the tent, and lit a cigarette.

"Brother Gun, I heard that Radio and Television is going to ban smoking scenes in video works."

"For the time being, it has nothing to do with me. Just don't cut it in the documentary."

After the fire started, Fang Hong dragged the jacket off and only wore the fleece lining. The material of the jacket was easily deformed by the fire.

"These torches are all erected on the snow. If the fire burns to the side close to the snow at night and melts the snow, the torches will be extinguished. But before going to bed, I try to pile up the burning torches and set up new firewood around the periphery."

While chatting, it seemed that time passed quickly. Fang Hong took out a hook and fishing line from his bag, tied it to a branch, and took out a small bag, which contained the crab meat peeled off in the morning.

When we arrived at Binhu Lake, the torch was about to be extinguished. The two branches on the lower floor were completely drenched with water, and the water had already flooded up. Fang Hong picked up the torch, rubbed the ice surface with the branches, and finally A bit of thin ice shattered directly.

"Firelight can attract the attention of lake fish, hoping to catch fish."

Fishing is different from spearfishing. Fishing pays attention to patience and luck, while spearfishing relies on sharp eyesight and quick hands. Fang Hong generally does not like this uncontrolled way to catch prey.

But luckily, I caught a small fish, probably weighing less than a catty, but it was enough for dinner.

There is snow all over the ground, and there is no stone to set up the pot, so I can only grill fish.

The fish was grilling, and the night was already very dark.

Because there is light in front of him, it looks very dark in the distance. It seems that there is only this pile of fire in the whole world, and the whole world is shrouded in darkness.

In the sky, a pink light gradually floated over.

It was the Northern Lights, because the water friends strongly demanded to wait for the Northern Lights live, so Fang Hong kept arguing with the water friends just to wait for the Northern Lights.

The Northern Lights are unpredictable, colorful, erratic in shape, and extremely gorgeous. In the entire natural world, the light and smoke beauty that can be compared with the Northern Lights is probably only a scene like the Milky Way when a large number of deep sea jellyfish and pink worms gather.

"Our ancestors invented sparks 500 years ago, and fireworks appeared in the Song Dynasty, and this beauty in nature is more wonderful than regular fireworks."

The aurora borealis is unpredictable, sometimes it just flickers and disappears, sometimes it can diffuse in the sky for hours, sometimes there is only a trace, sometimes it is a belt, sometimes it is a net, sometimes it covers the sky. the whole sky.

This time I was lucky. Although it was not the kind of grand northern lights that covered the entire sky, it was still a large piece, like a magnified nebula.

The white light is like catkins, flowing clouds, and white horses.

The orange light is like a candle, like the setting sun, like a flower field.

The red light is like blood, like a flag, like silk.

The blue light is like fire, like waves, like ink.

The sky is like a canvas, and the invisible big hand splashes ink, and a beautiful picture scroll without pictographic meaning is laid out.

The clear sky makes the light shine from thousands of miles away.

The mysterious geomagnetism allows the solar wind to electrolyze atmospheric particles, creating the beautiful scenery that humans have been willing to pursue for thousands of years.

Who said it wasn't? When someone sees this picture, shouldn't they think of the Nine Heavens Profound Girl in fluttering celestial clothes?
The mysterious snake is dancing, and the long tail is rustling. Is it a fairy or a general, shadowy in the sky?

"Brother Gun!"

"What?" Fang Hong looked at the sky: "Don't disturb me watching the aurora."

"Brother Gun!"

"What? What? What is it?"

"It's mushy, the fish is mushy!"

A wisp of smoke is about to go straight up to the blue sky, dancing with the aurora.

Fang Hong bowed his head: "My fish is not yet cooked, how could it be mushy, it's not smoke."

"what is that?"

In the sky, a stream of white smoke mixed with the aurora, dancing with the solar wind and the aurora.

(End of this chapter)